The warm winds of May came howling in from the southeastern sea, bringing the rainy season's first rain. For days, Feathered Serpent City had been attacked in turn by four City-State Legions, gradually bleeding it dry. And now, the Mexica Legion moved out in force. Royal and City-State Warriors all donned armor and climbed, attacking the four walls at once. Feathered Serpent City, long known as impregnable, had reached its final hour.
The sun in the sky was veiled by layered clouds, casting a vast shadow that dimmed the mountains and forests on every side, and darkened the city walls where the slaughter raged. Specks of rain fell from far away, wetting the walls within and without where corpses lay sprawled, mingling with countless fresh bloodstains until there was no telling one from the other.
"Praise the Main God! Fight for the god, kill the Tlaxcalan!"
"God of the Hunt! We dedicate ourselves to Him, right here, to fight the Mexica People to the death!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!."
"Bang! Bang, bang!"
Fierce cries of killing came from the walls on all four sides, mixed with whistling Feathered Arrows and savage javelins. The warriors on both sides fought with utter abandon, desperately swinging their weapons and attacking the enemies locked in close combat before them.
Close-quarters slaughter was so cruel. Whole bodies were soon mutilated, and warm, living freshness poured everywhere. And on the narrow wall tops, more and more figures in pale-gold armor appeared, like an unstoppable tide, gradually breaking through the dike of flesh and blood and drowning the remaining black upon the walls!
The Feathered Serpent Warriors in black battle dress howled, hacked, and struck against the solid Bronze Armor, only to be mercilessly chopped down by the Copper Axes opposite them. The Tlaxcalan warriors struggled in despair,